TEENAGERS - And why they scare the living shit out of you -
It was September the first. Groups of students were gathering on the playground. Some were glad the new semester was starting, others preferred to stay at home some more. Under one of the trees in the left corner of the playground, there was a group of teens, consisting of two girls and five boys, sitting on the benches. They were all different in dress style. The oldest of them was Wendy. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a green nike hoodie and she had a diadem in her hair. Her sister Liesbet, who was 3 years younger than her, was dressed in a pair of black pants and a black hoodie with Dead! written on its front in great white letters. Gerard, who was the second oldest of the group, had black hair with red in it and was dressed in jeans and a black, leather jacket with fur on the neck and sleeves. His brother, Mikey, was wearing a pair of skinny black jeans and his eternal Anthrax T-shirt. He, Wendy and Liesbet wore glasses. Ray had his well-known fro and was wearing a pair of black jeans and an AC/DC T-shirt. Bob was wearing his green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles hoodie and a beige bermuda. His hair was hanging in front of his bright blue eyes. Frank was wearing a blue cap and a pair of pants with holes, so his knees were visible. He was wearing a selfmade sweater with Homophobia is gay written on it.
What the heck dyou mean with that? Liesbet asked, pointing at the wine red sweater.
What, cant you read? Frank asked.
I can, I was just wondering if you knew the meaning of it? Its a difficult word you know
Yeah, so I dunno difficult words cause Im 13?
Thats exactly what I mean
You do know how to argue, you two Wendy interrupted, The bell rang, lets get to our classes
Yay, lets get nerdy Frank said sarcastically. The others smirked.
Getting to class in time is not nerdy, its polite Wendy said.
Whatever Frank said and shrugged. They split up. Wendy, Gerard and Ray were in the 11th grade, in the same class. Liesbet and Mikey were in the same class too, but in 8th grade. Bob was in 10th grade and Frank in 7th. All the students entered the building and went to their first lessons of the year, leaving the playground empty
Oh, I love lunch break! Gerard said, smiling from ear to ear, Its the best time for new inspirations! He sat down at the rectangular table and got his sketchbook and pencil from his bag.
Youve been saying that all day long Ray remarked, You said it during geography, during English, during
Yeah, but now Im serious Gerard interrupted.
Theres Liesbet and Mikey Wendy said, pointing to the two of them approaching their table.
Hey guys! Mikey said and smiled.
Wheres Bob? Liesbet asked. She dropped her plate on the table and looked around.
Dunno Gerard answered, but theres Frank! Frank looked everything but happy when he sat down at their table, he was swearing and muttering.
Stupid
Gah, I hate them
Son of a
Whats the matter? Wendy asked.
Do I look like a fucking school book? Frank asked furiously. Wendy frowned.
Those fuckers put me in a locker before fourth period. Said I was perfect for it: locker size Frank explained.
Oh my god Liesbet said, You cant be serious!
I am! Its cause Im the smallest in class. Oh, let them wait, Ill get them back
Whats your plan? Mikey asked. He was drinking coffee.
I dunno Frank said and shrugged, Well see
So, what are you drawing? Ray asked Gerard, who was suddenly drawing like his life depended on it.
Youll see he murmured. They all waited and a couple of minutes later (Bob was sitting with them now too), he showed them what he had drawn.
Oh, you son of a gun! Frank yelled. Gerard had drawn him inside a school locker, written Locker Size above him. They all laughed, except for Frank and Wendy.
Its not funny! Im claustrophobic! He said.
Oh Frank, laugh about it, youll get them back eventually Wendy said, adding: And them too She pointed at the rest of them, still grinning.
It was the end of the first school day. No other things had happened since Franks locker-incident. Wendy, Gerard and Ray were walking towards the gate, where Bob and Mikey were waiting for them. They stood there fo a couple of minutes, until they saw Liesbet and Frank coming. A few meters from them, they stood still and glanced at eachother. All of a sudden, they yelled and started running as fast as they could towards them. Ray jumped out of the way, when Frank jumped on Bobs back, almost letting him fall.
What the
? Bob shouted and Liesbet bumped into them and they fell down.
Haha! I won! Frank cried out, You looooser!
You just wait, Ill win next time! Liesbet replied. Bob managed to get from under them.
Are you crazy?! he bellowed, What were you trying at, breaking my back bone?
Sorry, well try harder next time Frank smirked.
Smarty pants, Ill brake your back bone! Bob said and held Frank in a wrestling grip. Frank was gasping for air.
Okay, okay! Wendy shouted to Bob, You can let him go now! Bob let go of him.
Yes, mom Bob said.
Dont be so candid Wendy said, If it wasnt for me you two had killed eachother long ago
Shes right Mikey said. Bob and Frank looked at eachother and grinned.
Cmon, Frankie, lets go Bob said.
Yes, Bobby mdear friend, Ill follow you Frank replied. Frank hung an arm around Bobs shoulders and they strolled away.
Nuts, theyre nuts! Wendy whispered to Liesbet.
Damn right Liesbet said, but she grinned too.















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